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Haru was standing completely still. Tae Min removed Haru’s headset. And froze. Tears streamed silently down Haru’s face. His lips trembled. “Haru?” Tae Min’s voice immediately softened. “What happened?” Haru tried to speak but couldn’t. Tae Min stepped closer. “Did I say something wrong?” Haru shook his head weakly. “Then what is it?” Haru swallowed. “When you said you didn’t want to be like a brother…” he whispered, voice breaking. “It felt like… like I said something wrong.”

PART 2 of book POV X Pain. Pain is coursing through my body, mind, and soul. I can deal with the physical pain, but what I can’t seem to get a grip over is the fresh feeling of pain in my heart. Personally, I’ve never been heartbroken before. I am always the one breaking someone else’s heart, never been on the receiving end. I broke my baby’s heart which completely destroyed mine in the process. My mind is going a mile a minute as Julian walks me to his room. He’s not stupid, he knows bringing me to the penthouse would be a fast trigger.

As lovers do. What matters is that. In the end, I fell in love with the boy who, Broke my heart. ♡♡♡THE END♡♡♡ ___

Breaking her heart. ****😔****

Andien taunted back. Mark inhaled several times and then exhaled harshly, as if an executioner stood before him, ready to take his life. "I didn't know your marriage had been annulled. I just took the finished book without any explanation as to whether the marriage was still valid or not," Mark said weakly. "Your defence doesn't satisfy me, Mark," Andien sneered. "You think I would still take your orders if I knew the marriage had been annulled!" Mark replied sharply.

I harbored a deep resentment toward them, yet I still had to find a way to survive. No longer protected by the Brosnan family, I resorted to using my beauty to become a mistress, only to be pursued by a scorned wife and ultimately sold into prostitution. I got addicted to drugs and contracted various types of STDs. I died on a cold winter night, broke and starving. As I slipped away, amidst a world aglow with lights, not a single one shone for me. In my final moments, I asked myself if I had any regrets. No, I did not.

Not like this. But to look at her now, unconscious, fragile, hardly breathing, something in me broke. I scooped her up into my arms, cradling her against me. She was so light. Too light. I swallowed. Damn it, Adeline. I had closed her out to break her. But maybe… just maybe… I'm the one who's broken instead. I tightened my arms around Adeline's limp body, my heart racing in my chest. "Stop teasing me," I muttered, rocking her gently. "Just wake up."

The voice was deep and sexy, like a grain of sand falling into her heart, grinding her to the point of unbearable. She was like a fish pulled ashore, lacking water and oxygen. The instinct to survive made her open her mouth to breathe, and her mind was all jumbled up, unable to think at all. The unbearable pain in her body made her unable to help but hum, and this sound directly broke Leandro's last sanity. He had been enduring since the afternoon, and couldn't bear it any longer. The air conditioning in the room was turned up high, and when Charlotte took off her pajamas, she shivered from the cold.

The tightness in my chest was indescribable. Of all times, why did someone like him show up when my heart had been shattered? I couldn't give him any promises. The last nine years had worn down my ability to love someone. Would I step into another relationship just to be let down again? Promises were only meaningful when there was love. I couldn't give empty promises like Tyler. Fortunately, nothing had happened between Matthias and I yet. All we shared was that kiss on the night that I was drunk.

And all I can do is watch him destroy me because what else could a woman do at the hands of a man she’s crazy about? The funny thing is, I don’t want to have all these feelings about him. I don’t want to care. But I do have those feelings and I do care. And I can claim all I want. I can blame him all I want. But the truth remains the same you can’t fight with your own heart. Especially the one that’s broken. Because a broken heart has as many voices as its shattered pieces. And they all hurt differently. And when the pain becomes unbearable, the only choice is to surrender, because who in the world wants constant pain, right?